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The moon appears as if emerging from the womb of the ocean, gleaming like nectar, gently placed on the chest of Vishnu—a divine metaphor.
This sun rises to shatter the secrecy (mudrā) of the lotus maidens, glowing like the mandāra flower of eastern forests—symbol of awakening.
The rising sun, glowing with mountain hues, tinges the sky crimson and lovely—evoking awe through vivid natural imagery.
The Sun, holding the Earth’s peak like a ritual offering, consumes the moon’s drops (light) as a sacrifice—evoking a Vedic cosmic ritual.
The moon has risen—its icy rays reminding one of a beloved woman’s face. Is anything more comparable to this beauty?
The lake darkened by rainfall now resembles the deep, alluring eyes of a blackbuck doe—suggesting a sensuous blend of nature and beauty.
At dawn, the southern breeze, mingled with the essence of sandalwood, brushes over dew-laden skin—evoking romance and sensory bliss.
This singular moment of separation from my beloved is unbearable—it carries the weight of many sunless days. A lament of longing.
The thought “I am one, she is one” vanishes when union occurs—individuality melts in love’s unity.
This is the supreme dharma and penance for women—serving their husband with devotion, leading to heavenly merit.
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